A distant room embodies me.
I wend my way inward and behold the Moon that glistens and sighs like a beating heart within the cave of my deepest self.
I am rusty now, having believed myself a human for far too long. To be human is to live in a distant room containing layers of ancient thinking.
I listen for the faraway shore promising its healing rhythm to my heart’s knowing. I listen for the cleverly disguised wisdom that lives in the deepest part of the oceans and wish it to come and settle in the shallow pool within my garden gate that I can drink from. It will be splendid to have the return of the Being I once knew I was.
I am the one who wills to find the Light in the shadow.